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The Stamp Collection
Charlotte was impatiently waiting outside the front door of an old mid-century style home on a crisp Friday morning. The wait had been almost two hours, and she was finally next in line. Any minute she would be inside to see what treasures could be found. Charlotte was a bit angry at herself for not getting up earlier, what were other people finding before her? She was anxiously awaiting to see what was in there.
Carrie HerschPublished 3 years ago in HumansLittle Miss Perfect
Ask anyone at my high school and they will tell you that Clair Alexander is perfect. She’s hot, smart, athletic, popular, and good at everything. However that’s not true, I suck at being patient, minding my own business, and keeping my mouth shut. So I’m not good at eeeeverything, but most things. My life is perfect. I get good grades, I’m really popular, the best athlete at school, I have lots of friends and the perfect boyfriend. As far as I could see my life was going to be amazing.
Victoria HillPublished 3 years ago in HumansOnto the Next
‘Just the regular Iris?’ ‘Yes, thanks Doris.’ A small bell tinkled as gust of wind drifted through the door of “Due North Café” at the heels of a young Iris Casletto.
Veronika BuhmannPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Providence of Books
When you move from a place, you go through things. And I was going through something - as I was going through the memories that lazy day down at the property on Cherry Hill.
Patti DudleyPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Wrangler’s Treasure
Violent weather stampeded my deceased Uncle’s cattle and race horses. They quickly found holes in his ancient fences. March, in Oklahoma, doesn’t require much bad weather to raise hell and chaos unlike the rest of the country.
JAMES PAGEPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Life of Mary Joyce
Mary Joyce was born in Baraboo, Wisconsin in 1899. Around 18 months of age, her mother died, leaving her and her brothers to be raised by an aunt and uncle. Mary pursued nursing and graduated from Mercy Nursing School located in Chicago, Illinois.
The Little Black Book
It was ninety-five degrees outside, and a hundred and five inside the lower barracks. I fought long and hard this morning with Mom about going out to the fort on such a hot and humid day. Summers in coastal North Carolina are the southern cliche of hot, humid, and sticky. To put it short, it's a terrible day to be outside, much less deep inside Fort Macon's inner structure.
Charlotte RussellPublished 3 years ago in HumansAt A Quarter Past Noon
To him, life and his craft were a similar construction - easily measured and assessed. Like the shadow of a plumb line, it was the straight lines that gave both strength and purpose. Banty Aynesworth was a man governed by precision. He always arrived on time, his mule lurching in worn traces maneuvered artlessly by the taciturn man perched in the buckboard. But what he lacked in grace he made up for in practicality. Who knew what drew him to such a macabre profession? His stepfather, by all accounts, had been boisterous and dependable. Later in life, however, he would share his son’s penchant for keeping to the roads. Instead of putting Banty’s hand to the plow, he had put it to the saw, and taught him to tame thickets of wild-grown oaks and pines into sleek boards. From his stepfather also came Banty’s personal creed: “A man honors his commitments and see things through.”
Ria CarrigerPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Emerald Love
With trembling hands Noor started reading and translating, everyone in the room was holding their breath. 2nd November 1934, Lucknow
Rashminder HargisPublished 3 years ago in Humans1988
2nd January 1988 Didn’t get up until 11.30am, got dressed and watched Going Live. We went into town and saw Natalie Watson in her new leather jacket.
Mel ElliottPublished 3 years ago in Humans1989
January 1st 12am Happy New Year!! I wonder what will happen in 1989, I could get off with James, I could go off James or I completely go mad over someone else who I’ve never even met yet, because this time last year I’d never even seen James Bridger!
Mel ElliottPublished 3 years ago in HumansJack's Gift
Jack's Gift He'd spoken about it a few times. Not in despair, or morbidly or with any level of regret. It was just the kind of anecdote a horse player chats about between races.
Peter GrossPublished 3 years ago in Humans